Mystikpen
Day 063/100
#the100writingmarathon






Behind a smile, the truth remains concealed,
A silent fight with the inner mind.
Unseen wounds that leaves a scar,
Heart ache that leaves a sigh.

But though we die in silence , There is hope for survival regardless,
For even in the darkness, there is light,
To guide us through the endless night.

Our hidden pain, a dogged reminder of the hurt and sprain.
I have braved up to my hidden pain, and I hope to see this through someday.